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Laughter of young men floated through the air like chimes on a breezy day as they sparred amongst each other near the barracks of Highgarden. As young Lords of the Reach, they all had dreams of finding glory for themselves as knights. Yet only one of them had been anointed, the future Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell, whom many believed his Lord father had bought the title rather than earned it by his own merit. Having just turned seven-and-ten not three moons prior, one could see glimpses of the man Mace would become. Tall with broad shoulders, his scalp was covered with thick, curly brown tendrils of sweaty hair that dangled loosely over his brow covering hazel eyes as his bulky body heaved for breath from the exertion. His strong jaw is …show more content…

At two-and-ten, Alayna Tyrell was a mere slip of a thing, always ending up where she wasn’t meant to be. Not that she cared about the opinions of others, she was too busy enjoying life.

“Stay on your toes, brother.” She called down to Mace, hopping down the white stone steps towards the men.

Mace rolled his eyes at his younger sister and shook his head, “I don’t need you to instruct me on how to fight, sister.”

With a smirk, Alayna strode over to stand beside Randyll, whose cold eyes glared down at her presence. Leaning against her long bow, Alayna Tyrell was everything a young highborn lady shouldn’t be. Whenever she was out and about, she was always dressed in an oversized tunic that hung off her slender shoulders like a curtain with a leather belt wrapped around her slight waist, along with trousers and riding boots clear up to her knees, and a quiver filled with arrows at her back. If one hadn’t know she was the eldest daughter of Lord Luther and Lady Olenna, one might think she was a wildling the way she appeared at this moment. Her jade eyes flickered with mirth as she observed her brother and the Fossoway boy.

“Mind if I join you?” A brash arrogance filled her question as she turned to the Master of Arms.

Ser Vortimer shrugged and pulled a blunted sparring sword from the rack behind him before handing it to the petite girl, “As you wish, Lady Alayna.”

There was little resistance on Ser

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